Friday, September 17, 2010


I forgot to tell you the chimney-sweep is coming.
He'll scrape the inside where the stuff accumulates,
And warn us not to burn a fire too slow and cold
When the weather's such and such,
And how every now and then we'd best to let it roar
And burn out chunks of stuff we'd best not have in there.
Let it be hot as hell now and then, he'll repeat
For it's the best thing of all he knows,
How the stuff builds up and ignites when you're least looking,
And there goes your chimney.
I called him up and he's coming over.
I'll let him put back the pipe I've had apart this year.

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